A mature rice bucket

"I've contacted sister su, but she hasn't come yet. I'll definitely come to help during the day. School hasn't started yet, so I have nothing to do. Boss won't say no, right?" Mao Ye's tone was a little pitiful.

It had to be said that the small Tavern was quite a training place, and the shy temperament was much better.

When they contacted each other last night, he seemed to have said that he would come to help tomorrow, but he did not say whether it would be in the morning or at night.

"This morning's breakfast is a bowl of zhajiangmian for each of us." After Yuan Zhou said that, he went back to the kitchen and considered that he had accepted Mao Ye's explanation.

"Don't worry, boss. " Mao Ye replied loudly.

"Creak!"

After getting Yuan Zhou's permission, Mao Ye turned around and opened the other half of the wooden door briskly. Then, he stood at the door.